The ad seemed innocent enough.

“Person Needed Immediately!”

“Looking for a special young lady to help out with household

chores, shopping and serving and special get together events.

Must be chaste, obedient, clean and comely.

All expenses paid including college tuition and books as well as room and board in a luxurious Maui home!

XXX XXX-XXXX ask for Madeline and submit resume and a

recent photo to…”

Suddenly visions of palm fringed beaches of white sand and gorgeous cerulean waters danced in JJ’s head. In those visions, she was laying on the sunny beach all by herself in her perfect green bikini.

“Yup” she said out loud, “I can certainly go for that…”

Within an hour her resume was on it’s way with a head shot that made her look oh so professional and only slightly coquettish just in case the husband had some input.

“Hi, my name is Jujou and I am VERY interested

in your Person Friday job offer…”

After a few back and forth emails and phone calls it was decided that Jujou would fly to Maui and begin working the very next day.

The suddenness of it all took her completely by surprise.

“But…I won’t have enough time to get my things together for the trip over! I don’t even own a decent bathing suit!”

“Not to worry,” she was informed via email, “We will provide you with everything you need when you get here.”

“I don’t even have a suitcase, just a small backpack.”

“Just bring your essentials, that’s all you’ll need.” the email informed her.

The next morning she hopped on a plane and was on her way to beautiful Maui first class.

The flight over was horrible. The kid behind her cried half way across the Pacific and kicked her seat back for the other half. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the guy in the seat next to her would sniff her every time she got up to pee.

“Why the fuck do people bring small children onto planes?” she thought “and why does this pervert sniff me whenever I get up to pee?”

At length the plane landed in Kahului and Jujou got away from her tormentors. All she had was her small carry-on bag with a couple of changes of clothes and toiletries in it so she made to to the curbside in record time.

She phoned Madeline as she waited by the curbside. Several surfer types offered her rides, but, she left them in no doubt she wasn’t interested. “Ugggh,” she thought,”Well, THAT never changes…typical guys….”

Madeline answered on the third ring.

“Hello Madeline? This is Jujou, I’m at the curbside and ready for pickup.”

“Please, call me Maddie” she said in a friendly tone. “My husband Bill will pick you up and just a few minutes. He’ll be driving a black Mercedes SUV.”

“Thanks Maddie, and please, call me JJ. Oh, I think I see him now.”

A gorgeous top of the line SUV pulled up to the curb in front of her and the automated door silently swung open.

“Hop in Jujou” said a man’s gravely voice from the darkened cab. “I’m Maddie’s husband Bill”

Still on the phone, JJ tossed her bag into the SUV and distractedly took the proffered hand. It was rough and strong. The hand of a man used to doing hard work.

Hanging up the phone, JJ smiled and turned to Bill.

“Thank yo…you.” she gulped slightly as she recognized her seatmate from the plane.

“Well I’ll be…” he trailed off with a grin. “I do believe we’ve met before.”

“Ahhh…yes, so it would seem” the petite redhead replied with the friendliest smile she could manage.

The ride home was uneventful. Bill described the house and her duties. Above all else he warned her, “Keep Maddie happy, she can be a might prickly when she doesn’t get her way.”

“Yes Sir” she replied “I’ll remember that.”

A small voice screamed in the back of JJ’s mind “Get out while you still can” but the practical and slightly egotistical side of her that said she deserved an island dream house told it to shut up.

The house, to put it mildly, was simply gorgeous. Not a mansion for sure, but as close to one as JJ had ever been in. Set on a very secluded beach in the exclusive Makena area of South Maui, it was about as close to a private beach as you can get in the Islands. Totally inaccessible by land (without invitation), anyone who wanted to reach it had to make a 1/4 mile swim through sharp lava pinnacles to reach it.

Her view on that first morning had literally taken her breath away. Palm trees, white sands and deep blue waters, just as she’d seen it in her mind’s eye. She couldn’t believe that was only 2 days ago. She was a light year from her musty Seattle shared apartment.

Maddie gave her the tour and the rundown on her duties. Bill pretty much ignored them, but every now and then JJ caught a fleeting glimpse of him stealing a glance at her.

“Tonight we are hosting a party with a few good friends. You will be expected to serve the food and keep glasses full. Afterwards, you will clear it up and clean the kitchen…spotless. Understood?

“Yes Ma’am” JJ replied.

6:00 PM and the front door bell rang. JJ answered the door dressed in every woman’s go to, a fashionable “Little Black Dress”, one of the few items she’d been able to bring from home.

Introducing herself to each couple as they entered she received looks of approval from the men and looks of appraisal from the ladies. There were six in all, 3 couples: one Asian, one local and one Haole.

Moments later, JJ was serving wine and drinks to the appreciative guests. The drink flowed and the guests got chattier. The ladies asked her about herself. Where was she from, was she married, and whether she had or wanted any children. Ladylike chit chat appeared to be the normal. As the men downed their drinks, they took the opportunity to get closer and surreptitiously touch her but she was outnumbered and soon a jovial pat on the arm evolved to a tap on the butt. She was quite relieved when the chef announced “Dinner is served.”

The meal was fantastic. Sauteed Mahi Mahi in a white wine sauce and local steaks kiawe wood grilled to perfection. Of course, JJ enjoyed hers with the chef at the kitchen table and periodically got up to top everyone off. Still, it beat having to fend off roving hands.

The next morning….

Maddie was not happy, She didn’t say anything but JJ could tell. She was curt all day and somewhat bossy. Around noon the women from the night before came over for lunch. The conversation was hushed and seemed to stop any time she drew near.

After the meal the ladies retired to the solarium that flanked the sumptuous beach side swimming pool. Though she remained in the background, JJ couldn’t help but notice the quick glances and gesticulations made in her direction. “Have I done something wrong?” she wondered in a small panic, “I REALLY don’t want to screw this gig up.”

All she could think of was the men’s groping the night before. Surely they couldn’t blame her for THAT? She couldn’t help what their creepy husbands did. After all, a lot of guys get a bit “handsy” after a few drinks and she did her best to keep away from them.

Quietly, she appraised the women. All four were trophy Wife beautiful with gorgeous hair and perfect makeup. Their bodies were trim and tight, bodies that most women would die for. AND…they were rich. Surely they wouldn’t feel threatened by a little domestic from the mainland like JJ. Still, she was used to guys drooling over her with her athletic body and perfect long red curls that framed her face and nymph-like blue-green eyes perfectly.

After lunch Maddie called JJ into her private office and told her to have a seat.

Looking around nervously she asked “Am…am I fired?”

Maddie looked shocked. “Why no dear, what would make you say that?”

“It’s just…last night, You know…with the guys touching me. I tried to…”

Maddie cut her off. “Ahhh yes, boys will be boys won’t they?”

“I…I didn’t know what to do…”

“I know, I know my dear. Perhaps if you didn’t make yourself up? A plainer look might work wonders…”

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll give that a try.”

“Good, I’ll be by to collect your make up this evening. And maybe that black dress should go as well. Far too fetching…”

“But what will I wear to serve at dinner?”

“Buy yourself a few nice conservative dresses. Charge them to my account.”

“Thank you Ma’am.”

That night JJ ordered some nice below the knee dresses and a one piece bathing suit.

The next day Maddy left for a one week business trip. Bill was nice and left her to her own devises. In the afternoon he knocked on her door. “Got some packages for you Jujou.”

“Must be my new clothes” she told him as she took the boxes.

“Must be” he replied with an odd little smile. “The guys are coming by around 4pm for drinks. Put on one of your new dresses and be ready to serve by 4:30.”

“Yes Sir” she said with a hint of trepidation.

“Don’t worry, we’ll behave ourselves” he said with a wink.

4 PM

Jujou wiped the steam from the mirror. Fresh from the Shower she took an appraising look at her toned body. Lovely porcelain skin over great musculature. A gorgeous red thatch of pubic hair and ice green eyes all topped with a magnificent mane of red loosely curled shining hair. “Not too bad” she said to her reflection.

Dried off and hair done, she began opening the dress boxes. “What the…” she said as she pulled a VERY short strapless number from the box. She quickly rummaged through all the boxes revealing outfit after outfit, each skimpier than the last.

There HAD to be some mistake. These were not the dresses she had ordered. There was no way she could serve the husbands dressed in these things.

“I’ll look like a frickin stripper!”

“Oh well, she thought. Guess I’ll have to serve them in my sweat pants and a baggy night shirt.”

Jujou walked to the hamper to retrieve the comfort clothes she’d worn all day.

She was startled to find them missing. “Oh shit” she exclaimed as she pulled the drawers of the bureau open to find nothing. The closet too was bare. The only choice she was left with was were her new clothes.

Bill called out “Jujou…where are you?”

Coming she replied in a panic as she slipped into the least revealing of the dresses. It was cut VERY deep in the neck line and as she turned she couldn’t help but notice her butt cheeks were hanging out.

“Oh My God!” How could this have happened?” she said to herself

Bill knocked on the door. “You coming?”

“Um…there’s been some kind of mistake. These are not the clothes I ordered…”

“Well, we won’t hold against you. Come on down.”

“I…I can’t Maddie will kill me…”

“She’ll do nothing of the sort,” he said with a scoff. “I hold the purse strings around here. Now come on out.”

Meekly, Jujou opened the door. Bill took one look and whistled. “Might not be the dress you ordered but it sure looks fantastic on you”

The night was something of a blur. The men were sitting around the low coffee table in the sunken living room and every time she bent to serve or remove a glass the tiny dress rode up and gave the men a good look at her lady bits. It wasn’t long before their roving hands were all over her.

It became a game of sorts. JJ bent down, the dress rode up and before she could tug it down hands were explore her innermost secrets. At some point early on, she’d began sipping drinks to dull her humiliation.

By 8 PM, she was a bit tipsy and paying less attention to her hemline and their hands.

By 9 PM, the her hemline had migrated to her waist..

By 10 PM someone finished the job helping her clear of her outfit and the petite redhead found herself serving four rather drunk men completely nude.

11 AM the next morning…

Jujou woke to a pounding on her door. Hung over she groaned and answered the door only to see a fuming Maddie. Only then did she realize she was stark naked. Maddie pushed into her room and fuming looking her naked body up and down in fury, and held the skimpy dress from the night before up to her.

“What the hell is THIS?” she said in a quite rage. “l told you to buy CONSERVATIVE dresses and you spend MY money on these hooker rags? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I…I…I went to serve drinks and when I got out of the Shower all of my normal clothes were gone and then all of the boxes had the wrong clothes and I had no choice but to…”

“Stop!” ordered Maddie. “You’re telling me someone stole your clothes and left you with these?”

“Yes” she sniff nervously “Yes Ma’am.”

“Really?”

“Yes”

Maddie strode to JJ’s chest of drawers and one by one, pulled them open. Inside were several conservative dresses, her old clothes and, in a bottom drawer, the half dozen skimpy outfits that had arrived the day before.

Maddie cocked an eye at JJ. “I’m going to have a little chat with my husband regarding your future here…”

With that she turned and stomped away…

The fight between them lasted 2 days. All day long JJ could hear Bill and Maddie going at it on and off. Then, on the third day came an eerie silence.

Around noon, JJ was called into Maddie’s office.

She pushed the door open slowly, not really knowing what to expect. Maddie sat at her desk, the same noncommittal look on her face she’d worn the last time JJ was called before the “Boss”.. This time there was no invitation to sit. Maddie just began talking.

“So, it would seem you’ve made quite an impression upon my husband” she said blandly. “I was ready to send you back to sunny Seattle but, he wishes you to stay. I have agreed with certain…stipulations.”

Jujou looked up at her with hope in her eyes.

“First. henceforth, you will no longer serve or work around my husband or his friends without at least one of the wives being present. Understand?”

“Yes Ma’am” she said as meekly as she could trying to protect her dream job hopefully.

“Second, since you seem to like dressing like a slut, you will no longer be allowed to wear normal clothes. In fact, you will no longer be allowed to wear any clothes at all. Everyone has seen you naked anyways thanks to your drunken romp!”

“Wh…what?” JJ stuttered in surprise..

“You will be naked at all times. It will be a nice reminder that you flaunt yourself anyways and we are going to keep an eye on you from now on to prevent any mishaps. Since you couldn’t follow my orders and seem to enjoy public nudity as you were happily naked the other night in front of all our husbands, you will remain nude for the entirety of your stay with us. Do you agree or not?”

“Yes Ma’am” Complete nudity seemed a small price to pay given the benefits of her employment.

“Lastly, if you step out of line again or there is even a hint of you flirting with our husbands, my lady friends and I are empowered to do what ever we can to keep you in line or this little arrangement is over. Do you agree?”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Very good, I often go on business trips and I must know that I can trust you. If you can behave in the nude and it doesn’t cause problems, I think that should prove something. If you keep to the rules, there should be no problem. Step out of bounds and there will be severe consequences. You are dismissed but first…”

Maddie held her hand out expectantly and JJ looked at it in confusion.

“Your clothing?” she said with a roll of her eyes

JJ took a deep breath and began to strip. When she finished Maddie accepted the bundle and unceremoniously dropped the outfit in a black plastic garbage bag. “Put the rest of your clothing in this bag and then set out with the recycling by the boat ramp. I’m sure some deserving homeless woman will like your clothes.”

She did as ordered scampering across the lawn and out of the gate to place the bag by the edge of the boat ramp where the garbage and recycling was picked up. Hoping, that no one would see her.as neighbors could still see across the water pretty easily, she dropped it off and thanking god for the tall wall that surrounded the house ran back inside.

Weeks passed and all seemed good. Everyone seemed to enjoy having a naked redhead serving them and JJ was getting used to being nude even outside where the sun and wind kissed her body which reminded her of the paradise she was in. The men still gawked and occasionally copped a feel as did the ladies on occasion, but things settled into an odd new normal.

Then, Maddie went on one of her trips and the guys got strange again. They got a little booze in them and once again their hands began roaming around her body. She tried to avoid them, but once in awhile one would run a hand over her breasts and nipples or a hand would lightly run over her pubic hair. It happened so often that she was rolling her eyes and groaned as they stared at her nudity. They were careful around their wives but she suspected that some of them knew their men couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

About a week after Maddie returned, she threw one of her parties with the normal couples in attendance. JJ, as usual was serving in the nude. Everything seemed okay until one of the ladies, a woman called Jackie, pointed at JJ and said “She is just too pretty for my taste. Just look at that smooth body and that red fucking hair. I just don’t trust her alone around my man.” Turning to Maddie she asked “Can’t we do something to tone her down?”

Maddie looked over at Jackie and then at JJ and with a glance around the room, the husbands who tried to dart their eyes away from the cute red head but failed to do so fast enough.

“What do you have in mind?” asked Maddie as the other wives looking relieved that this had finally come up and Maddie was receptive, all nodded in agreement to show they agreed.

“I don’t know,” replied Jackie “…something! We can’t just have her around making them drool like perverted puppies all the time over her. She loves it too whether she wants to admit it or not. Look how she walks, and she doesn’t even realize that she tosses her hair when she turns usually. I am not sure what shampoo and conditioner she uses or soap, but she smells like she works at a cosmetics place. That is not demure or humble, it is teasing.”

The men, sensing danger excused themselves from their glaring wives to play some pool and ping pong in a neighboring room and JJ was ordered to clean up as the ladies discussed what to do. At one point, Maddie walked over and pointed to the room the men were in and told her that room could use some cleaning attention. The women gathered and watched as the men looked a bit hungry at her as she did her duties, walking somewhat seductively and tossing her hair without even thinking.

Later that night JJ was called downstairs. As she stood naked before the assembled group nervously feeling like she was a defendant in some kind of trial about to be found guilty by a jury of older women. “We’ve been working to come up with a solution to our little problem here” said Maddie.

The men thinking this was an all women discussion and not wanting to be part of the potential verdict started to get up to find something better to do where they wouldn’t be glared at because of the “little problem”..

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Maddie called out to them. “You guys helped create this problem and now you’re going to stay and watch us fix it”

“Jackie, What is it your husband is always going on about?”

“He can’t stop talking about that little red bush of hers. Goes on about it day in and day out that she is a true red head, a flame bush.”

“Mickey, Darla, same question.”

“That damn red hair, it’s all I ever hear about.”

“My man too, he’s obsessed with it” answered Darla

JJ did not like where this was heading and squirmed a bit uncomfortably. She knew that her long red curls tended to get her a lot of attention from men and they were not the first women to admit a bit of jealousy of the long shiny red locks.

“Well then,” said Maddie, “It would seem we have gotten to the ‘root’ of the problem finally and it is time for decisions to be made…”